well there's a can, and it calls your name it's only $3.99 at the gas station down the way so put on your dancing shoes, and we'll shake, shake, shake lord knows, you've got aches to alleviate. and from your head, down to your toes from your tailbone, up to the back of your throat well, it ain't no chore and it ain't no drag singing along and dancing the ether rag. picture this: that's you and me, in our sunday best why don't you keep your expectations low, so you'll be impressed. that's you and me, so don't be getting so stressed! well i ain't got the time for them shiny needles, ain't got no fancy pills to take, that's why i just inhale and i exhale and i give my brain cells a break! so it feels like you're out! and you're losing your grip you tried standing on solid ground, but your feet they seem to refuse to stick and the ghosts all around in the room, they keep throwing a fit you're out, you're falling fast and you're losing your grip! why don't you just take a deep breath? and try to relax? and we can dance the ether rag.

so there's a movie theater behind my eyes and the people in the audience, they talk all the time and maybe when i'm older, i'll understand why the film keeps rolling, rolling on by. and i look at all the billboards, and i feel so good. standing tall over the old neighborhood you gotta buy in someday, hey, what do you expect? you say 'fuck it' for long enough, and it's gonna start finding ways of fucking you back. so you sit in the corner, with a beer and a smoke you smile, you nod, and you laugh at their jokes but their words are just syllables, strung end to end so you sit in the corner and keep playing pretend. i'm telling you, i've lived in squats and i've lived in cars, i've stayed in the guest house and i've slept in the yard but every place is the same bunk deal, every town that i've ever been to, they've all got the same bunk feel. so get a pick me up bottle. cos we both need a lift and we can stand on the corner and look out at the shit oh, the shit that they feed us and they want us to see the shit that they want us to think that we need they pervade and pervert us subliminally their power is subtle, their power complete and everything's coming apart at the seams no sound's coming out but i'm trying to scream we live in a coma, we live in a dream it's the same damn channel on every tv and every day is the same exact scene and i'm sick of staring out from behind this fucking screen! they live and we are asleep! (consume us! consumers!)

every dollar that i've made at every show i've ever played and every place that i've ever signed my name and everything i've ever bought on credit, at the company shop and all the bills that i'll never pay and all the progress that is claimed in the name of the modern day and age and every ballot stuffed in the box and all of the incentives that turned the cell blocks into tourist traps and every bullet that they've ever shot and all your evidence of entropy and your dogmatic brand loyalty and the pride that comes before the fall and every inch of the rising sea and all the cops out on the street and every reason that i feel small oh, burn it all. oh, burn it all. from every epicenter of every urban sprawl through the streets downtown to the empty shopping malls through the corridors of every city hall and every brick in every border wall. oh, burn it all. oh, burn it all.